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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Kapow! Here’s mud in your face! Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. Prob’ly shouldn’t eat this mud in this pie, It may be somthin’ that’s all just a lie. Interesting reads and certainly flies . . . beyond belief . . . High above all that’s high in the sky. Grand Master Chefs with their heads in the sand When they pop out unleashing their impossible plans, Amaze me mind with swirling twirling expands Me into magical worlds of colorful lands. Creating recipes so fabulous and untamed Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’ - sometimes insane. Like potters awakening monsters in clay, I read with a fever . . . Poet of the Day. New poems always put a smile on my lips, “What’s this,” I say, “that puts new pounds on my hips.” Feeding my soul with soupster’s gluteness glips Coming to life like birds pecking their way thru the crust, Flocking to screech that it’s Poetry or Bust! Come one, come all! Don’t miss the bus! It’s time to unleash the beast . . . in all of us. I’m not sure I’d eat mud pie turned into soup, But I’m sure it tastes better than anomalous poop. No bird brains here, weird just expressing our scoop, You’re all wonderfully wonking a world worth a damn, Nothing here can poss’bly be wrong or a scam . . . No hackers allowed, A.I.s or plagiarizing posers, Only original awesomeness of incredible composers. I see you . . .I feels you all . . . eating this soup . . . making the call To the restaurant that feeds the needs of us all. No one here starves, no one at all. So, thank you for being you And always know that it's true you’ll always be welcome in my sandbox of blues.
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